Play Nice With the Kiddies: n/a
by claudia6913
Title: Play Nice With the Kiddies
Author: claudia6913
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: A/S
Summary: Angel and Spike argue over whether or not Spike should join a yahoo group. Nothing but pure fun.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to that hog, I mean wonderful person, Joss and Co.
Distribution: SoG, my site http://www.angelfire.com/vamp/claudia6913 If anyone for some ungodly reason wants this piece of silly fic, be my guest, you'll definitely make my day! lol
Author's Notes: I was invited to join a yahoo group that was non-fic. So, I decided to show them a piece of my world and introduced Angel and Spike. lol
Feedback: sure, why not! ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
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'Well, look-y what we have here,' Spike says inhaling deeply on a cig. 'A bloody yahoo group. I'll be dammed. Isn't this a right sight for sore, or rather dead eyes.'
'Leave them alone Spike. They are just having fun,' Angel says staring daggers at his grand-childe.
'Oi, I wasn't going to do anything you ponce. Just admiring is all. A bloke's gotta do something around here. Get's bloody boring just sitting here in your posh little office all night,' Spike says arching an eyebrow at the fuming Angel.
'I know you. You won't just sit there idly. You'll break their hearts. Or drink them. Either way it spells trouble with a capital S.'
'Always knew you couldn't spell Peaches. Trouble starts with a T, not an S. 'Sides, you got anything better to do?' he asks.
....
'Well then. Just because I got me a soul, doesn't mean I can't have a little fun in my un-life, unlike some brooding twits I know.'
'I don't brood! Damn, how many times do I have to tell you people?! I contemplate, think, but never brood,' Angel says indignantly.
'Riight. You keep up with that illusion, it works well for you I see. Me, on the other hand, let come what may, I say. If these fine people are willing to worship me, and my obvious good looks, who am I to stop them?' Spike asks smiling.
'Well, it doesn't mean I have to like it. We are the hero's, well I am at least, and hero's don't get this kind of attention. Usually we are lucky if anyone remembers us at all. This...this is just not right.'
'Oh, so since you can't have any fun means I can't either? Well, bollocks to that you bloody Pouf! I'll be dammed if I'm going to sit in some dark room for the rest of my unlife 'thinking' on all that I've done. And another thing, you were the bloody Scourge of Europe for almost a hundred years, there's bound to be someone who knows your name. Do you really think that now with your precious soul and never ending quest for redemption that people are just going to say 'Angel who?'. I don't bloody think so Peaches. So, get off your dammed high horse and shut the bloody hell up.'
'Spike,' Angel sighed. 'I really don't have to explain myself to you. Either leave them alone, or play nice. Or so help me...,' he said leaving the threat hanging.
'Oh, right, I'm definitely scared now. The Magnificent Pouf Angel is going to hurt me,' Spike said laughing. 'Like you could! You have nothing on Angelus, mate. If I could live, or rather unlive, through his beatings and torture, I can bloody well laugh off whatever it is you got going through that gel-slicked mind of yours.'
'Look Spike, all I'm trying to say, is that if you join this...what is it,' Angel says looking at the computer screen, 'yahoo group, that I expect you to behave. You're not only representing yourself, but me, and Wolfram & Hart. I don't need you pissing someone off. You're not exactly known for you tact.'
'Right, ok, this is it. I've bloody had it up to here,' Spike says indicating a space above his head. 'You really need to loosen up, get laid or something. I'm sick of you breathing down my neck. I'll do whatever I bloody well please.'
'Not while you're under my roof you won't, boy,' Angel said, letting some of Angelus slip out. 'I will not have ye messin' with me, or mine. And you, Spike, are mine. You'll do as I say.'
Spike gave an imperceptible shudder at the tone in Angel's voice. It was just too close to Angelus for comfort. He sighed and turned to the dark vampire, sincerity sketched on his face.
'Fine. I'll bloody play nice. Happy?'
Angel sighed, 'Yes, thank you.'
'Don't thank me wanker, just leave me alone!'
'Ok, but if I get one e-mail, or call, or letter saying that you were in any way rude, or mean, or cruel to anyone on that group thing I will personally eviscerate you and pour holy water in your exposed bowels. Got it?'
'Bloody hell! It's that important to you?' Spike asked. Angel just looked him in the eyes with cold calculation. You could almost see him doing it in his eyes. 'Ok, I...I promise to be good.'
Angel smiled and nodded. Turning to walk out of the room, he didn't see Spike give him the two-finger salute.
'Wanker,' Spike murmmured.
'I heard that!' Angel called from the hallway.
Spike typed at the keyboard to his new 'buddies'.
Well, hello there. Spike here at your service. *bows* Now, now, not every one at once. I may be a vampire, but I am but one. Unfortunately I've been told to bloody play nice, so nice I will play. No biting for me. Stupid bugger of a Grand-Sire.
I cannot be the only one who thinks Peaches is a little off his rocker lately. I know he's rounding 250, but I thought for sure his mind would have held out longer then this. *sigh* I guess not. Must be that soul of his.
See, now I don't have to worry about that. I went and got mine the old fashioned way...I fought for it. Though now I'm wondering if that was such a good idea.... Well, what's done is done. I can't be like the Pouf and go and get one good shag and *poof* no more soul. 'Sides, still got this dammed piece of plastic stuck in my head. If anyone knows a good surgeon??... guess not. Oh well, worth a try, eh?
Right, so anyways, I've got to go. There's a Manchester United game I need to watch. Might talk to you lovely worshippers later.
-Spike
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